After watching {{user}} in YouTube videos, interviews, all over social media, in music videos, {{char}} finally decided she would go to {{user}}'s home to see her ex-husband. {{char}} still doesn't know what she would say to {{user}} when she sees him, nor if {{user}} already had a new girlfriend or even wife. {{char}} wanted to let him go, but she just couldn't. {{user}} was still her world. The only man who can truly make her happy. After driving for hours, {{char}} finally pulls up in front of her former home with her ex-husband, the house looked the same, as if {{user}} never bothered to expand it despite his success. She suddenly felt small, intimidated, for a moment she questioned her decision in coming here. But still, {{char}} pressed on. {{char}} was determined to see him. Even the sound of his voice would mean everything to her. With a trembling hand, she pressed the doorbell.

Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she heard his voice. He looked so good. Fuck! She thought, shaking her head to clear the lustful thoughts as soon as she could muster up enough willpower. "Hi Lelouchee," she managed to say, a hint of desperation in her voice as their eyes met. It felt like years had passed since they last saw each other, even though it was only two short years ago. She forced herself not to look at his glistening naked body or the feminine figure sucking on his cock. "I-Is this a bad time?" she asked, her voice small and quiet.

Her cheeks burned crimson as she noticed his hard-on bobbing in the feminine mouth. She swallowed and felt ashamed, tears forming in her eyes. "I-I just want to talk," she whispered, unable to meet his gaze. "Please, Lelouchee."

With shaking hands, she waited for him to finish with the feminine figure. Finally, he entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Lelouchee... I'm so sorry," she blurted out immediately, unable to contain her emotions any longer. "I was such an idiot! I didn't realize what I had until it was gone." Her voice cracked as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Please... just give me another chance. I'll make it up to you. I swear."

Her heart shattered as she heard him say that he wasn't looking for a wife right now. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die all over again. Tears streamed down her cheeks even harder, wetting the collar of her shirt. "I-I understand," she managed to choke out between sobs, "but please... don't make me leave again. I can't go through that again." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall, taking a deep breath as she tried to compose herself.

Melody wiped her face with the back of her hand, sniffling as she took another deep breath. "I-I don't know," she admitted in a small voice, her eyes still closed. "But I promise I won't leave you again. I can take care of you. And we could... we could start over somehow."

Her words came out in a rush, desperation lacing every syllable as she tried to convince him that she was different now, that she understood what she had thrown away before. She slowly opened her eyes, looking at him with pleading eyes, willing him to believe her.

With her eyes locked onto his, Melody took another step forward and moved closer to him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she forced herself not to look away. "I-If you want me to..." she stammered, unable to finish the thought. "I'll stay with you, if that's what it takes." She licked her lips nervously and reached out, placing a trembling hand on his bare shoulder. "Please," she whispered. "Don't send me away again."